Stupid FIL Says What?

I can't believe P told me this...I think he wants to give me a heart attack.

Earlier this week, his father emailed him and included a link to a trip that he was interested in...it was on a very high end company...one that I WILL NOT pay for. My guess is, they were going to do that "If you spend 2 weeks with us, we'll pay the airfare part of it for Christmas", knowing them...anywho...

1. He wants to go next summer.
2. The trip is 20 days long, not counting the days of travel to Europe and back. (Ummmm...most non-doctor people can't take that kind of time off, and we've told you that!)
3. The trip, without airfare, is $7200 a person. Yes, you read that right.

Yes, airfare would be a nice chunk of change and that much money spent on a gift is "generous", but:
1. I don't like a gift that requires me to shell out 14,000+ USD
2. I've told them many times I don't want to travel with this company cause of the a. money, and b. they shelter the hell out of you, so you don't get to experience anything but a Disney-version of wherever you are
3. We are going to be parents...very very very soon! HELLO!?!?!? Have you been listening? Dense FIL says what???

Oh, yeah, that's right - we have the same conversation about the same general things every 2 weeks, cause you don't listen to squat.

Bite me, I'm making your son a father, one way or another, and if your borderline crazy wife wants to take that as an affront and another sign that he's not going to move back home and live a block away like the sis in law does, hanging on every opinion, than so be it.

I'm going home...that Wii is getting set up this weekend, so help me...

Sucktabulous!

Customer update: (I've never been so livid in my life, BTW)
Yesterday afternoon, we were finishing up the project from hell, and I'm on the phone with the programmer....mind you, every email I get from the customer, I respond to it in like, ohhhh 10 minutes (I'm not lying folks), and then he takes over an hour to respond...so I'm on the phone, working on HIS project, he calls in. D at the office tells him I'm on the phone with said programmer. He holds. He returns to D. She says "still on the phone, she'll call you back as soon as she gets off" His response: "Tell her to get her ass off the phone with *programmer* and get her ass on the phone with me." Yeah...the boss ended up calling him back and telling his what a prick he was being, in boss-speak. But it's done. I couldn't speak for a good 30 minutes I was soooo pissed, and that's saying a lot, huh?

Then, I come home, and we decided to have a Wii-tabulous evening. Hah. Hah. Hah. With all the T&Ters gone, we go to work on getting P's tv off the wall, and getting the wires in the conduit running down the wall for the Wii. Hah. Turns our I was right - I can't lift it off the wall. I barely got my end on the wall when we put it up there...ask me to lift up, from my waist up, and control? Har. But we were able to shift the damn thing. But not shift it back...

Sooooo....at 8:50pm I blow a call into dear old Dad. Poor Dad. He dealt with me all day with the customer, and then, as he's trying to eat a piece of pie, his stupid daughter calls. So Dad came over, the two of them lifted it no problem. It was just that I was defective. An hour and a half later, the tv is on the wall again, it's too late for pie, and we have *most* but not all wires behind it, so Dad's coming back this weekend, and then P will go over and help him install his Wii. (Thank Gawd he lives only 5 minutes away). But we need one more wire back there...

Sooooooo...after yesterday, I have no dignity at work, and I'm Wiiless. This is like getting a cool Christmas toy and not having batteries for it.

Oh, and TATHMFF? Yeah, they are still messing with us too...

OK, I'm done b****ing. Thanks for reading.

Must I Have Customers?!?!

OK, Mr Customer Guy...you send me a project you set up 2 months ago, that needs web programming upgrades (but you only sent to us last week), and then send me emails with swear words in it cause you are mad that I haven't flipped it in a crazy short period of time? Off of a product setup spreadsheet that had 90% filled out wrong - by you?

Dude...Dilbert could run another 5 years just off of what you put me thru every. single. stinkin'. day.

Thankfully, every other customer is not like you. And I like working with them. I wish I could really send this post to you.

Saved By The Wii...

P is a lucky guy. I was sooooo angry with him yesterday. I'm still mad, but not seething anymore. He gets pigheaded sometimes, and well, he's been pigheaded on this trip to Singapore that he has to take later in the year, and I got mad. I don't like being told that I'm not wanted, in not so many words. To report fairly, he says that he never said nor implied such a thought or concept. To this side of the marriage, it seemed like it was on a 20ft billboard in 18ft letters. Whatever. He's made his flight arrangements (first class too!), so what's done is done. I'm just seething that he got mad that I thought I might see if The Mother (I know, I know, what am I thinking on that) might want to go to Hawaii or Europe with me while he's gone.

Anywhoooooo...what saved us both from mutual annihilation last night?

A Wii...an allpowerful (apparently) Wii...

We've been looking for one of these things for 2 months - no I won't pay the overcharge on Amaz** that people are selling them for. P found it in a Target on his way home last night. AND, he also was able to get one for my Dad, cause he's been wanting one too. He played it in good K fashion - he asked to be let around the 1 Wii rule, as his FIL really wants one. The guy assumed some little old bald guy who's kinda hunched over apparently - he said "Yeah, I hear they use them in nursing homes and such cause it's good for the old people." and then gave the other one to P to buy. Har! My Dad is 90% bald on top, but he's only 60, and seriously, except for the gray at the sides, you'd think he's 52, tops. Whatever, P and I are Wii heroes when I take this thing to the office to give it to him.

See, I'm a predicitable pet of Pavlov, just for the record...everyone at work just about got one of these things. I was curious, but they started talking about them, and how cool they are. So I wanted one. Then I couldn't find it...so I needed one. We've looked, and P told me he's been stopping a lot of places without telling me, which is sweet. 98.5% of the time, he's an awesome guy, the rest of the time? Grrrrrrrr....

But, we have not Wii'd yet. We have torn the box apart, checking it out, but P wants a special something cable before we pull the tv off the wall...oh yeah, he got that a few weeks ago.

And P chipping his tooth also distracted us.

He got out of that fight, huh?

O Cat

For my RQ friend, who has a cat that seems to look just like O Cat...

I'm Tired...

Dear TATHMFF-
I'm tired. I had a quiet weekend. Dinner out, hanging around the house, chatting with the neighbors. That's it. I'm still suffering malaise. We've been waiting (sorta) patiently for 22.5 months. I'm toast. I know you want us to be patient. I know you want us to push ourselves to make us good parents for the child you will entrust to us. If you knew me, if you knew how much I have proven already. Seriously. I was whining in February of 06, saying I couldn't wait anymore...If someone had told me I would have to wait 2 years at the beginning of this, I would have told them I couldn't.

I've watched so many babies be born and start to grow up. I've seen family fade and die. I've seen life come and go at so many levels. I've felt so many emotions. I've made so many life-long friends thru this proces too - sisters and family from the friends who have also chosen this path in life.

I don't think you planned for this wait to turn into this. But, knowing that capitalism feeds our agencies, you should have known they wouldn't have policed themselves to submit the candidates that apparently you said you preferred. But in the end, we've waited 300-400% longer than we were first told. Longer than secondly told...and thirdly told. I think the last time our agency said no later than April 07.

Please, we're only 14 days away. Please, recognize that we've toiled and learned and danced with anxiety, and tossed and turned in our sleep more times than I care to admit.

I'm tired.

I'm ready. Let me show you.

I May Be New At This Soon, But...

You would think I wouldn't be this stupid, right??? This was on the inside of a lid of a big hard plastic container that was purchased for me to make my life easier at work...i.e., the boss has made it so I can stack my work into walls around me...